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Earthquake shakes!

lollicupgirl — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 06:11:20 GMT

Wow! That was a scary ride! I was playing on the floor with my daughter in the back of the house, when BAM! The earthquake hit! It felt like it slammed my house. Two thoughts ran through my head: Jump through the screened window with my daughter, or, run to the front of the house out the front door with my daughter screaming, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" I decided jumping through a window wasn't too smart and took the later. I've been through earthquakes, but nothing was like this one. It live in Diamond Bar and this one was centered about 3 miles from my house! I felt the earth move under my feet (ain't that a song?). I really thought this was the big one. I can't sleep tonight. Oh, the above photo (of my back patio) is a love memento left by Mr. earthquake.

A 1920 Guide to Purity and Physical Manhood. Advice to Maiden, Wife and Mother, Love, Courtship, and Marriage

lollicupgirl — Sun, 16 Mar 2008 17:58:45 GMT

http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.gutenberg.org/files/13444/13444-h/images/full273.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.gutenberg.org/files/13444/13444-h/13444-h.htm&h=800&w=678&sz=41&hl=en&start=1&um=1&tbnid=xOR_3iAK-d9j7M:&tbnh=143&tbnw=121&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dtwilight%2Bsleep%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den-us%26sa%3DN I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did!

President Clinton

lollicupgirl — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 06:23:04 GMT

Ok, which Clinton are we talking about? The former Mr. Clinton or the hopeful, Mrs, Clinton? Both! If we elect our first woman President of the United States, what do we call the first lady? Do we call him First Dude? First Gentleman? And does Mrs. Clinton get an intern? Oh, I am SO bad!

What's this in my photograph?

lollicupgirl — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 03:43:46 GMT

I have heard of photos in which "bubbles" appear in photos after the photo was taken. Perhaps this is a lens flare? Although the photo was taken during the day, the sun does set on the other side of the house. The photo was taken of my baby's crib weeks before she was born, but I just noticed the "bubble" in the photo tonight. Maybe someone can shed light on this? I heard that such bubbles are of a spiritual nature. This is quite fascinating! Did I mention that my grandmother who passed away about 2 weeks ago visited my newborn daughter in her room? I was sitting in the rocking chair in her room while my daughter Annaliese was sleeping. Suddenly my Grandmother, who hadn't learned of the birth of my newborn daughter while she was alive, visited us. I felt her presence very strong and my daughter woke up in her crib and stared up at the ceiling for several minutes. I've never seen my baby girl do this, but I felt an overwhelming joyful spirit from my Grandmother. She was 96 years old and I'll truly miss her. Later today I have heard of her 102 year old sister passing away last night.

Burning Man 2015

lollicupgirl — Sun, 09 Sep 2007 20:00:42 GMT

Hi Dave, Sorry it's taken me so long to write. I misplaced my credit card and was unable to sign up for the Earthlink Broadband connection that's available here until now. Last night was the burn. It was really quite a spectacle! It took us about 55 minutes to get from the end of the line near center camp to inside the chainlink fence. There was some dirty hippy complaining about the metal detectors... guess he should have brought a clay pipe instead of the metal one the sheriffs found! We had to wander around until we located the Artcar® upon which our boxseats could be found. Stella managed to get some prime box seat tickets on Ticketmasters so we had a great view. They were only 45 Amero a seat too! The vendors mostly stay to the bleacher seats, so we weren't able to buy too many of the trinkets offered this year ( I was told they change every year, isnt that cool?) I did get you a little special something... but I wont ruin the surprise! (Okay, it's a little globe with the man inside and when you shake it there's a sandstorm, and around its base it says "Six Flags Burningman." Cool huh?) The Man, Paul Addis as he is called for some reason, was lit up in neon, his left arm mechanically waving at the crowd and his right arm giving us the finger, how counterculture! He stood on a large stage which was fastooned with banners of the various sponsors: Walmart, Clearchannel, MSNBCNN... Stella told me about the burn she had been to the year before while the crowd settled in... Then the lights were lowered and the MC, FlavaFlav, came out... he was really funny for an old guy. Aerosmith and RunDMC were amazing! They played an incredible set, and before the audience even had a chance to demand an encore the fireworks show began. I found out later that the fireworks show was timed to coincide with an identical show at Disneyland to mark the anniversary of the Mainstream Electrical Parade. Really cool! The fireworks went on forever and just when I thought it might be too long Paul the Man blew up and was suddenly on fire! He actually spoke, saying little quips over the loudspeaker like, "Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Really funny. The audience started chanting "Addis, Addis, Addis!" and I joined in and I felt like I was really involved, participating in this amazing event that Blockbuster/Halliburton had created for us. Oh! Incidentally, it almost didnt happen at all... the people who build it, the Department of Public Works, almost didn't this year, as their branch of the AFL/CIO was on strike. But in the end they brought in some guys from Guatemala to do it, so it worked out well in the end. After the man burned we were ushered out on the street and headed to the Deep End® where Stella busted several moves. She had bought the most amazing garter belt and spats on Esplanade that day and she was determined to show them off. Well, that's about it for now, I'm just waking up and need to get focused. Tonight is the Templeburn® and I dont want to miss it. We get to participate in the Templewave®, I hear it's wild! I promise to write again before I leave. Oh, I guess I'll sign off with my official new playa name, which I bought at center camp... Yours truly, Spectatatron!

Get your 231% of your daily cholesterol for Breakfast! Yummy!

lollicupgirl — Wed, 01 Aug 2007 09:58:31 GMT

http://www.x-entertainment.com/articles/0744/ Careful. It's poison. Okay, it's not really poison, but you'd probably have to drink oil to flush this shit out, and that's poison. Swanson, producers of some of the world's fattiest TV dinners, is seeking to take over the breakfast market with a new line of microwaveable morning meals. It's called the 'Hungry Man All Day Breakfast,' and it's threatening to turn people into manatees. Now you may think I'm being overly obvious here - everyone knows TV dinners are bad for you, right? This is true, but Swanson's new breakfast takes it to a level which previously could only be achieved by eating entire alternate universes made only of prosciutto. I'm being totally serious - I'm obsessed with reading those stupid nutritional labels on everything in the supermarket, and to date, I've never seen anything quite so decidedly heart-killing than Swanson's Hungry Man Breakfast. Don't believe me? Check it out... Holy shit. Holy holy HOLY shit. 64 grams of fat, 2,090 milligrams of sodium, and enough cholesterol to kill anything that's ever lived. The 'justification' is that you're supposed to eat shitty food in the morning, as it supplies you with a suitable amount of energy to get through the day. Unfortunately, Swanson's supplying you with enough 'energy' to get through a week, and even if the only other thing you ate after this breakfast was oxygen, there's still a relatively high chance that your ass will grow hands and tie your intestines in knots to prevent this shit from ever passing through. Really, really awful stuff. Don't get me wrong, eating this would be acceptable for certain types of people. I guess football players could get away with it. Plus, if you're already 400+ pounds with no foreseeable future as a human being who doesn't resemble a monster truck, you may as well throw caution to the wind and chow down. Fill your bowl full of jelly with a tray full of dead animals. But for people who can safely walk on the second floor? You may wanna stick to the Pop Tarts. Admittedly, we all do it sometimes. You've got your fast food chains, your diner specials - sometimes, it's hard to resist the breakfast that kills. Swanson has heightened the danger levels in a big way, though. The uninformed and the very hungry are being given the opportunity to stock their freezers with this crap and eat it day after bloated, miserable day. I can't say for sure just how bad eating Swanson's Hungry Man Breakfast is when done sporadically, but I'm fairly certain that eating it for a week straight would invariably cause your innards to swell to the point that they crack your ribs right through your skin and onto the floor. The irony here? Other, even fatter people are just gonna run into the room and eat all the ribs you spilled. I know, I'm exaggerating things a little. People eat junk all the time, it's all about knowing how to moderate. I'm just a little thrown off here - I've never seen a company who uses the 'percentages based on a 2,000 calorie diet' chart actually admit that one serving of their stuff tallies in with 231% of your daily cholesterol allotment. If there exists a saving grace, the Hungry Man meal absolutely must be the best-tasting, magnificent food on the planet. I wasn't willing to find out the hard way, but let's explore the meal's appearance so we can try to gage how well it tastes. When I took this massive beastly breakfast out of its box, I swear to God, the theme from 2001 was sung downward from the clouds. This was a lot of food. And to be honest, I don't think the variety of food represented here was ever meant to be cooked together in one plate. The different edibles all seemed to mesh together into one large ball of terror, and I hard a hard time figuring out if the stuff staring up at me was breakfast or leftover puppy afterbirth the mothering dog down the block forgot to lick up. Usually, whenever something is cooked in this apartment, a fleet of cats line up waiting to see if they can snatch a freebie. As the breakfast became hotter and greasier, they all suddenly appeared from their mystery spots to see what they could con out of me. I smirked to the floor before throwing down the box chart featuring the sadistic nutritional facts about what was being cooked. Two of them did that screechy cat-scream thing, while the other two jetted right through the side wall, leaving two comical cat-shaped holes not unlike those typically found in Roadrunner cartoons. I know you don't believe that my cats can read, but they did the same exact thing when I threw Courtney Love's Vanity Fair issue down at them a few years ago. They're smart cats. Smart enough to avoid Swanson's and stick to the many roaches that stalk the halls of my frighteningly filthy abode. A stench lifted from the microwave - it was like nothing I've smelled before. It was the kind of odor that had me preparing to lift the wallet off the four-week-old corpse I was about to find. But this stench! This stench was no corpse! This stench was breakfast! Well, thar she blows. Eggs, pancakes, sausage, bacon, and home fries. Lots of them. Caesar's fills their Sunday buffets with less food than this. It didn't take me long to realize that the stuff wasn't really all that palatable, but for the benefit of those who've never had the chance to witness this rare creature firsthand, I'll give you a food-by-food genetic breakdown of this most dastardly compound. Be warned, the pictures are of a graphic nature and I can't be held responsible for associating what we see to either vomit or dog shit. The associations are easily made and I've gotta play by the rules. The two home fries are each roughly the size of a football, and much mushier than you'd expect. It's not the kind of 'mushy' that'd usually just mean I didn't cook 'em long enough - it's the kind of 'mushy' that strikes fear into the hearts of even the bravest, because even to the very first touch, nobody wouldn't realize that there's something other than potatoes in there. According to the ingredients, it might be 'dihydrogen pyrophosphate.' I think 'semen-dipped maggots' is more likely, but for all we know, 'dihydrogen pyrophosphate' might just be technical jargon for semen-dipped maggots. I pressed one of the home fries' middles with my finger, which led to it oozing out some kind of clear creme in a most grisly fashion. It couldn't have just been water, because water never stained my kitchen countertop before. Little did I know -- the worst was yet to come. Compared to some of the other foodstuffs I was about to peel off this unholy tray, the potatoes seem like vitamins. Semen-dipped vitamins. I think the company line says that we're looking at bacon up above, but I can't seem to shake the idea that Swanson is trying to feed people horse scabs. You might consider me redundant for calling bacon 'greasy,' but the description has never been more warranted. In fact, the bacon is so greasy that the air in my kitchen started feeling moist and humid, as if the bacon was acting as some kind of organic air purifier that rebels by spewing poisonous pig gas into the room instead. I apologize for my unfamiliar tone in this article; the fumes really started to fuck with my head. Some of the bacon was opaque enough to serve as pieces of a church's stained glass manger, while others were absolutely transparent enough to serve as windows in the little tiny dollhouse I'm about to make out of the Hungry Man pancakes. It's kinda sad that a pig had to die for me to take that picture up there. Next time I do a mock oink, it'll be with a heavy heart. There's nothing inherently wrong with the pancakes other than their rather dubious choice in company. I've really got nothing at all to say about them. I like my paragraphs to at least look impressive on the skim-through, so I'd really hate to have to end this one so soon. My hope is that you're not really reading the article, moreover just scanning through while looking at the pictures and judging how good the article must be based on the general length of the paragraphs you skip. If that's the case, it affords me the chance to type totally off-topic, random words just for the sake of making this bitch seem lengthy. I mean, goldfish lamp wallpaper skeleton in my Bavarian Star or what? Flowers mirror computer Smurfs every time Moses flies playing cards in or around Paris. Oh, now to make a paragraph-ending sentence that makes the rest appear like it was consequential. That bacon was really greasy! The next food we're going to take a look at was my favorite of the bunch. Sausage has a new face, and it's not unlike the current face of what dogs leave on your front lawn. Makes you wonder if Swanson's assembly line includes a few specially trained apes who run around the belt shitting in the trays at timed intervals. And tear down my theory all you want - ape shit probably isn't any more disgusting to eat than whatever these sausages are composed of. I think it's safe to say that we're not getting any of the more choice cuts with these. This company is even less wasteful than the fabled Native Americans of yesteryear. Even the Indians stopped before using the rim of flesh trimming the buffalo's exhaust pipe. Swanson had no misgivings. Swanson never has any misgivings. They're totally misgivingless. I think they need a few misgivings. They could start with excluding the forty pounds of fake eggs from future microwaveable breakfast meals... The consistency is more like pound cake, the aroma is more like Petland's rabbit section. I'm a little bias because I fear eggs in general, but I've certainly seen enough of them to know that these eggs have some serious issues. I'd like to sit down with the eggs - I'd like to discuss these issues with them. I feel I can offer some newfound hope to these poor eggs, which even while next to sausagey dog shit, still manage to look creepy. I wish the eggs would listen to me, talk to me, but my prayers fall on deaf ears. I still pity the eggs despite their noncommunication, because but for a slight twist of fate, they could've clucked and eaten seeds. Now they live in my lid-shut trash can, a realm as dark as their unforgiving hearts. They will never see the light of day again, and shant be reheated. The eggs are gone forever now, and I salute their poor mother. Poor mother, I salute. I really hope I haven't inadvertently eaten you along the way. Well, there's the meal in its entirety. Quite a sight, huh? I like how the sausages on top of the home fries combine to look like an edible tank. Unfortunately, that's about all I like about this Hungry Man Breakfast. Sorry, Swanson. -- Matt

Google.com directions are great!

lollicupgirl — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 05:07:18 GMT

1. Go to Google.com. 2. Click on Maps. 3. Click on Get Directions. 4. From: New York, New York. To: Paris, France. 5. Then, read line #23.

The KIDS who survived the 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's

lollicupgirl — Tue, 23 Jan 2007 03:01:38 GMT

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. As infants and children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank koolade made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because we were always outside playing! We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms! We has friends and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them! Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that! The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all!

Real Friends

lollicupgirl — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 08:50:39 GMT

FAKE FRiENDS: Never ask for food. REAL FRiENDS: are the reason you have no food. FAKE FRiENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs REAL FRiENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM FAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong. REAL FRiENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we messed up ... but that was fun!" FAKE FRiENDS: never seen you cry. REAL FRiENDS: cry with you FAKE FRiENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back. REAL FRiENDS: keep your stuff so long they forget its yours. FAKE FRiENDS: know a few things about you. REAL FRiENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you. FAKE FRiENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing. REAL FRiENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you. FAKE FRiENDS: Would knock on your front door. REAL FRiENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!" FAKE FRiENDS: Are for awhile. REAL FRiENDS: Are for life. FAKE FRiENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough. REAL FRiENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Drink the rest of that you know we don't waste it." FAKE FRiENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you. REAL FRiENDS: Will knock them the shit out

Where are your Chakras?

lollicupgirl — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 07:28:04 GMT

Take the test! http://www.eclecticenergies.com/chakras/chakratest.php Then, go to this page to understand your results. http://www.eclecticenergies.com/chakras/introduction.php

"Every breath of life is the precious gift and it is wasted in pursuing a thing called FEAR. "

lollicupgirl — Thu, 16 Nov 2006 04:32:24 GMT

This past Sunday I attended the day-long White Tantra course at UCLA. This was an intense day even though I normally attend the Kundalini classes at Golden Bridge Yoga in Hollywood every week. After Sunday I've realized that I cannot live in that FEAR anymore! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ WHITE TANTRA Invision the energy of the universe as both parallel andperpendicular in nature, like a cloth woven together. As a cloth becomes stronger when it is stretched on the diagonal, so the White Tantric Yoga diagonal, or ‘Z’ energy is stronger. This energy, when directed by the Mahan Tantric, cuts through the blocks that are stuck in the subconscious mind. Using the diagonal energy, the Mahan Tantric Yogi Bhajan connects his subtle body to the subtle bodies of the participants through the course facilitator. This works the same way as a worldwide telephone system that relies on satellites and electromagnetic energy in order to connect two parties. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ LOVE AND FEAR Lecture by Yogi Bhajan, Ph.D., Master of Kundalini Yoga We are very simple human beings born in the image of God with definite destiny. Because you must see in the heavens that everything has an orbit. No conversion, no movement in the universe, space, or here is possible without first confirming the psycho-magnetic orbit of it. It is a law which if God wants to change himself he cannot do it. Psycho-magnetic orbit is essential. So our movement is essential to us. We must move. We must breathe, we must live, we must die, we must have, we must not have. We can be powerful, we can be weak. We can speak the truth. We can lie. We can do this, we can do that. We are happy, we are unhappy. In the scale of divinity it means nothing. You are happy, you are unhappy. In the scale of divinity in the abstract form, the psycho-magnetic field is moving on the orbit, either taking a positive circle or taking a negative circle. That is all it means. Feelings are yours. Concept is yours. Projection is yours. Action is yours, reaction is yours. It has nothing to do. If you take a brighter picture or greater picture of the cosmos... what you think and what actually is... At about 8,036 miles an hour you are moving when you think you are total stationary. Earth is moving. The whole star system is moving. Then star is part of the greater galaxy that is moving. Within you the cells are dying and being reborn. The only thing you have got in this life is the sense. You have five tattwas, you have five senses, six senses, seven senses. Call it any sense, it doesn't matter whether you have made any sense to this world or not. Your mental process comes from two sides. One is love, other is fear. Love I can guarantee you in writing you do not know. Fear you all know. Because love is defined. Love is a process in which ego is lost and infinity is experienced. Your love is I love you, you love me, I give you a rose, you give me a kiss, I like you, you like me, let us go here. Let us go there. Your love is that when the movement is passionate, satisfying or sophisticatedly interlocked you call it love. We call it a moment in which pretentious fear is missing. Fear is there. Because why your love gets into hatred? Why your marriage got into divorce? Why you fight when you do not or should not? Why you say I am your friend and then you're not? There is always a positive and negative in everything you do. So basic force is fear. There are two forces in this world, love and fear. Love has been saying the lot, love has been romanced too much. Love is everyday's affair. It is a common word which even the person who cannot spell it uses it. It is a game we play and we are good at it. But I am asking you a question. Do you have any idea that if you will not switch your potential movement from fear to at least a neutral understanding you have nothing to do with your own life? I sometimes wonder do you understand it or not. You say, "I am alive." You say that. I also agree. You are alive. But for what? What are you alive for? For eating, for sleeping, for driving a car, for coming to a yoga class? What are you alive about? Reading the newspaper in the morning? Going noon at lunch? What is the experience? Do you experience that totality is infinity? Infinity is a reality and reality is the totality which you are. Have you in any way, form and shape established this relationship? That is the first understanding about God. This is my wife, this is my son, this is my daughter, this is my house, this is my country, this is my world. Then what? Do you know the proportionate existence of planet earth? It is point one, point 2 trillion zero point one two. Point one, point two trillion zeros, one, two. Twelve and that two one point two. That is the proportionate reciprocative, magnetic force which earth exists on the scale of the star cosmos. Just understand, you big machos... humans. We have cannons. Somebody is fighting in China, somebody having democracy... Russia. Somebody is having election. You know in a redwood forest you are just a little bush. You don't exist on any scale and then with that proportion, think of you... you. You are just an electromagnetic field in a psyche... in existence. You mentally move through your emotions, feelings and commotions. Your expressions, your projections. You spiritually move to go to a church, to go to a holy man, go to a yoga class. Sometime on TV you sit down and you watch an evangelist program. Something you know, something you know somewhere you have a soul. But you are not very edgy, not very deeply concerned about it. It is not something. Because soul doesn't need bread or butter, it doesn't need a car, it doesn't need a gasoline, it doesn't need a blanket. Soul is by itself. Though it is a source of your life... though it is your life... though it is a source of your senses... though it is a source of your emotions... though it is a source of your feelings... but it is not the main thing you talk about. You never say, "my soul feels". You always say, "I feel". It means your ego feels so. You don't bring your soul into in your conversation. That is not way of you talking. You cannot afford the luxury of a negative thought. Once you have a negative thought either it will destroy you or whosoever you give it will destroy that. Positive you can't be because you are afraid. Somebody asked me a question: "I want to be liberated." I said, "Jump out of the window. Easiest way, won't cost much. You will fall thirty stories down. You will be gone in no time. And you will only know you are going. There is no other liberty." He said, "That is a suicide." I said, "You are committing it every time. Every minute on every step of life." Every breath of life is the precious gift and it is wasted in pursuing a thing called fear. That is why Guru Nanak said, after just a few words he said: "Nirbhao, Nirvair." Have no fear and have no vengeance. You are very vengeful. Not to me, not to her, not to them. You are vengeful to yourself. You get up in the morning, clean your body, put your suit on. You are ready for the business. Have you done your business towards your own body? No. You are vindictive. You want to look good to somebody to impress somebody. Have you looked good to yourself? Aren't you ashamed you are a human being and you will speak negative thoughts? You know how terrible that looks? How tonight is the night? How to switch this mental degradation? That was my idea before going to the summer, disappearing from you. You know I am very attached to Los Angeles, city of angels I call it. It is very good. My idea was to let you know that it takes. I am a believer of something. I believe something. I have experience about something. It takes same energy to remain poor as it takes same energy to become rich. Same energy to become sick, it takes same energy to become healthy. Energy is just energy. It is a one unit. It can't be two units. It takes same energy to be afraid, and it takes same energy to be loved. Question is, which love? Love which replaces infinity and brings us to reality and love which makes us to move through our feelings of emotions, commotions, and our chaos. God is organized. We are chaotic. It is very funny. Earth moves, planet moves, star moves. In the water the current moves. Low pressure, high pressure balances itself. Why can you not balance yourself? For getting balanced you go one hour to a psychiatrist, sit down there, talk, talk, talk, talk. You come back a little relieved because your steam is out. Next day you are ready on the same frequency. What is a religion? Nothing but a psychoanalysis. Religion is nothing but a directive psychoanalysis. Little mystery with it. Modern days. I have seen a priest. I talked to him, I said, "Can we meet tonight?" He said, "No, I have my counseling session." I said, "Perhaps he is going to give counseling." I said, "Okay if you are going to give counseling." I said, "Wait a minute, what counseling you need? Who can counsel you?" He said, "I have a difficulty." I said, "I can tell you your difficulty. This is your difficulty." "How you know?" I said, "Is it or not?" He said, "Yes." I said, "This is the answer." He said, "That is too easy. Can't accept it." I said, "Then go for counseling. Get your counseling. You go and hassle the guy and he hassles you and if that is the counseling you want, that type, fine." I said, "But I know this is your problem and this is the answer. Take care of it." He couldn't. You know one thing you cannot handle. Simplicity. Everybody who is sitting here, if given a simple way of proposition to do something, you won't. You won't trust anything which is simple. What is a miracle? Something happened in which you... somebody... told the miracle is something which you cannot experience. I said, "Dead wrong!" Miracle is in which you do nothing but it is there. Tonight is very wonderful night, it is a jovial night. It is not something I will hurt you. Normally I do. Most of the time you don't come to my class because later on you get tired, right? Then you get a good sleep that is fine. Tonight is a fun class. Tonight is a class where we are asking our mind to come through its own power to redeem our own self. And today is our night. It is a simple night. It is a night of the innocent child who is tired and gone sick of crookedness. I was looking at Rome at something and I said, "What is this?" He said, "It is an egg." I said, "I wish you should be like egg round, not zigzag." "No, no, they are." I said, "I don't mind egg, egg is a very good thing for you. It gives you cholesterol and kills you faster than anything else. It is a very beautiful killing agent you know. You can eat as many as you want. But at least learn from it. It is kind of basal." So are you ready for the mental class? Huh? Okay. Now I don't want you to participate, I don't want you to expect anything. I don't want you to be convinced it will happen. Just do it. That is all I want. And whatever happens, happens. You see this hand like this? Just put it like this. Three fingers straight, mercury, sun and saturn straight. Jupiter and Id put together. That is the situation exactly as I am saying. Just like this. And this finger, this finger just like this, like this and right before my eyes and consciously relate to it that you are doing something abnormal. Consciously relate to its abnormality before your eyes. Why to pay $580 for a lesson of self- hypnosis. Why don't you hypnotize yourself. It is nothing. It is self- hypnosis. It is nothing else. It is not a miracle, but it will kill your fear and negativity. We are going to create a magnetic field with a higher frequency. That is my job. Your job is just keep on moving. Look, idiot! Doesn't matter! No, no! You follow your eyes. In that hole, the holy hole your eyes move. They go back and forth. We are powering our optic never to create a pressure on the back of the central... and underneath there will be irritation which will remove the fear block. Very divine. It is a divine, yogic way of self- hypnosis. Simple. As far as I understand, this is what it does. But keep the eyes within that hole and make it move and move with it. Now I tell you, all these religions are based on one sound and we made a tape in Rome. And we are going to put that tape just for a fun of it so that you may know something divine is happening, add some mystery to it. Ah hah! You blond why you are not doing it? I see. Now listen to me. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!! Now you are getting very relaxed. That is not the purpose of it. You know why? What we are going to do? Our thought hypnotizes us. But that is not us. They are our thoughts, they are not us. Do you understand? Your thoughts are not you. They are released by your intellect. We have got to reach it. We have got to reach in the twilight where interlock can be separated by our ego. That is what I want. Come on, now you have done it. I didn't interfere. I am now going to interfere. I am going to tell you exactly how to do it. This is the way to do it. Quickly. Set it up. Go through it. It will be very painful. I am not disagreeing with you. It will blow your mind. But stick with it. Stop, stop! Put your both hands at your heart. Close your eyes, look at the tip of the nose and get out. Hurry up, hurry up. Be gone, beyond the space. Let your mind take you beyond the space, get out. Inhale deep. Inhale deep, deep, deep. And now pump your cavity of the rib cage, from diaphragm to make the movement of the rib cage. Expand your chest and contract it. Chest. Chest. Rib cage. Exhale. Inhale deep. Deep, deep. Move the rib cage please. Not your whole body. Expand the chest. I know you don't know, what should I do? Expand your chest like they do it in the marine corps. Let the breath go. Inhale again. Very deeply, hold it. Very deeply, hold it. Expand and contract the rib cage. Let it go. Please keep your eyes closed and put your hand on the top of the head and bless yourself. Just virtually bless yourself mentally. On your head, put them on your head and bless yourself. It is a very simple physical thing to do. Don't bless your neighbor, neither your enemy nor your friend. Just yourself. You may feel funny but just do it. The highest priest is just blessing you and feel those hands are of the highest priest. Inhale deep now. Keep your hands, while blessing through the breath energize your every part of the body and heal your body. Heal your body and clean your mind. Relax. Relax. Open your eyes and talk to each other now because you have got to go home. Now immediately become human right now and start talking to each other quick.

ColorQuiz

lollicupgirl — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 05:03:01 GMT

www.colorquiz.com ColorQuiz is a free five minute personality test based on decades of research by color psychologists around the world. There are no complicated questions to answer, you simply choose colors with a click of the mouse! This test is based on the work of Dr. Max Lûscher and is used worldwide, most notably in Europe, by psychologists, doctors, government agencies, and universities to screen their candidates. Since the 1950's the test has been given to hundreds of thousands of people. I've read the book by Dr. Max Lûscher and learned the basic principes about color readings. Sometimes, I use this website to figure out where my emotions are at!

Springer

lollicupgirl — Sat, 21 Oct 2006 01:40:59 GMT

Springer passed away just before 6 pm tonight in a peaceful sleep. When I came home this afternoon after being gone for a few hours, I knew it was time when I looked at her. I had brought her some chicken left-overs from my lunch. She didn't even want them. I brought her a big bowl of water, which she drank and barely wagged her tail. She was tired, dreary and her eyes were low and sad. Last week when I brought her to the vet, he said she wouldn't last until the weekend. I took her in and showed her the love she deserves at this time, she perked up and while she was unable to walk much at all, she enjoyed the time we had together. Last night, I had her by the fireplace and we both fell asleep soundly. I called the vet and told them it was time. Before I went, I laid her down at her favorite place in the backyard under the huge tree. I spent a few minutes with her before taking her away in a blanket to the car. I wanted to spend every moment with her at this time, petting her, talking to her. At the vet's office, the assistants cared for her and wrapped her in a blanket and took her away. I cried. They brought her back in a few minutes after the prepared her for the "procedure". The doctor came in shortly and I changed my mind. I told her I just could not be there for the procedure. I kissed Springer, looked in her eyes, ran to my car and drove away. The sun was warm and setting in the West. It was a beautiful afternoon. At the end of the parking lot, I immediately stopped my car and as my heart was racing, I ran back to the room Springer was in. When I got there, I knew what had happened. I felt her spirit had left the room. It was so quick and she was gone. She was laying there lifeless. The doctor came in because she heard me crying, I said 'Did you do it already?' She answered, yes. I came up to the table where Springer was laying and I ran out crying. It was the best thing for her and the only answer at this time. Now she can be with her "sister" Lovey. I sat in my yard and watched the sun set. Such a beautiful sunset as the wind was gently blowing. Later tonight I looked for her and then had to realize she's gone. Such a strange, sad and lonely feeling, hard to describe. Receiving her ashes later will be difficult, yet somewhat tangible for me; but I realize there's something better. I released her spirit and she will run in the Heavens. Sometimes in life when you're faced with a difficult decision when there are no better options, you have to pick one and while it's not the easiest, it's the one that is best in the long run. I'll miss her. In Memory "Springer" 1994 - 2006

Dogs eyes

lollicupgirl — Thu, 12 Oct 2006 02:09:54 GMT

How do you say goodbye to a beloved pet? I knew something wasn't quite right with her in the last two weeks, but I didn't understand it. I was scared to find out something might be wrong with her so I acted out in denial and thought she doesn't like her dog food, or she's just gettijg old, or she just feels like being lazy on her new bed. This week, I let her into the house and noticed she acting really strange, she was wobbling and then fell. I took her to the emergency vet. The vet said her vital signs were Ok, and that I should take her to my regular vet the next day. Days later... I am still denial. I know there's something wrong, but denial keeps pushing this feeling down. Last night she I layed close to her and comforted her. She would occasionally look up at me and make an effort to wag her tail. Her eyes were so expressive as if she was saying I am very sick and will go soon. This morning I foudn her in the yard whimpering because she collapsed on the grass trying to relieve herself. Human's aren't any different from animals in which they are thought to not have emotions -- they just hide them. I remember when m dog "Lovie" passed away from congestive heart failure 5 years ago. She had just been to the doctor a month prior for a heart murmor. The vert said it was a harmless condition that most Coker Spaniels eventually develop. Up until the day before she was happy and barking anf playing with a ball. That night she came up to me as I was doing some work in the yard and she gave me the same sad gaze that my dog gave me today. The next day I found Lovie on the side of yard, barely breathing. She died an hour later at the vet. Springer and Lovie were like sisters and when Lovie died, Springer howled almost everynight. When I'd bring Springer back in after a walk, Springer would search the yard for Lovie. this went on for over a year, and then she gave up and from there almost became depressed. I dtill have the ashes, but I'm afraid of bringing them to Burning Man because I don't want to face this. The doctor told me she wouldn't live until the end of this week. He discussed options with me such as how I would like to put her to sleep. He said I could be there in the room with her while she goes to sleep. I could have her cremated. I don't know what to do, or how I feel and I want to act like none of this is happening. The best way through the fire is to walk through, they say. At Burning Man this year a woman came up to me asked if I wanted to do a tarot card reading. I had never done one before and honestly I don't believe in predicting one's future. I pulled the card of death. I'm not sure what this means, but I have been experiencing a lot of death this year. Finances, health, etc. I have a feeling this will make the weak things in me stronger. I hope from all this death that I will sprout a bud of hope. How do you say Goodbye to a beloved pet?

YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2006

lollicupgirl — Mon, 19 Jun 2006 02:28:41 GMT

1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave. 2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years. 3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3. 4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you. 5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses. 6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries. 7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen. 8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it. 10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee. 11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : ) 12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing. 13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message. 14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list. 15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.

Story of Menstruation (1946)

lollicupgirl — Sat, 10 Jun 2006 02:26:22 GMT

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1396051799981611748&q=genre%3Acomedy

Love

lollicupgirl — Mon, 19 Dec 2005 23:23:35 GMT

The demand to be safe in relationship inevitably breeds sorrow and fear. This seeking for security is inviting insecurity. Have you ever found security in any of your relationships? Have you? Most of us want the security of loving and being loved, but is there love when each one of us is seeking his own security, his own particular path? We are not loved because we don't know how to love. What is love? The word is so loaded and corrupted that I hardly like to use it. Everybody talks of love - every magazine and newspaper and every missionary talks everlastingly of love. I love my country, I love my king, I love some book, I love that mountain, I love pleasure, I love my wife, I love God. Is love an idea? If it is, it can be cultivated, nourished, cherished, pushed around, twisted in any way you like. When you say you love God what does it mean? It means that you love a projection of your own imagination, a projection of yourself clothed in certain forms of respectability according to what you think is noble and holy; so to say, 'I love God', is absolute nonsense. When you worship God you are worshipping yourself - and that is not love. Because we cannot solve this human thing called love we run away into abstractions. Love may be the ultimate solution to all man's difficulties, problems and travails, so how are we going to find out what love is? By merely defining it? The church has defined it one way, society another, and there are all sorts of deviations and perversions. Adoring someone, sleeping with someone, the emotional exchange, the companionship - is that what we mean by love? That has been the norm, the pattern, and it has become so tremendously personal, sensuous, and limited that religions have declared that love is something much more than this. In what they call human love they see there is pleasure, competition, jealousy, the desire to possess, to hold, to control and to interfere with another's thinking, and knowing the complexity of all this they say there must be another kind of love, divine, beautiful, untouched, uncorrupted. Throughout the world, so-called holy men have maintained that to look at a woman is something totally wrong: they say you cannot come near to God if you indulge in sex, therefore they push it aside although they are eaten up with it. But by denying sexuality they put out their eyes and cut out their tongues for they deny the whole beauty of the earth. They have starved their hearts and minds; they are dehydrated human beings; they have banished beauty because beauty is associated with woman. Can love be divided into the sacred and the profane, the human and the divine, or is there only love? Is love of the one and not of the many? If I say, 'I love you', does that exclude the love of the other? Is love personal or impersonal? Moral or immoral? Family or non-family? If you love mankind can you love the particular? Is love sentiment? Is love emotion? Is love pleasure and desire? All these questions indicate, don't they, that we have ideas about love, ideas about what it should or should not be, a pattern or a code developed by the culture in which we live. So to go into the question of what love is we must first ideals and ideologies of what it should or should not be. To divide anything into what should be and what is, is the most deceptive way of dealing with life. Now how am I going to find out what this flame is which we call love - not how to express it to another but what it means in itself? I will first reject what the church, what society, what my parents and friends, what every person and every book has said about it because I want to find out for myself what it is. Here is an enormous problem that involves the whole of mankind, there have been a thousand ways of defining it and I myself am caught in some pattern or other according to what I like or enjoy at the moment - so shouldn't I, in order to understand it, first free myself from my own inclinations and prejudices? I am confused, torn by my own desires, so I say to myself, 'First clear up your own confusion. Perhaps you may be able to discover what love is through what it is not.' The government says, 'Go and kill for the love of your country'. Is that love? Religion says, 'Give up sex for the love of God'. Is that love? Is love desire? Don't say no. For most of us it is – desire with pleasure, the pleasure that is derived through the senses, through sexual attachment and fulfillment. I am not against sex, but see what is involved in it. What sex gives you momentarily is the total abandonment of yourself, then you are back again with your turmoil, so you want a repetition over and over again of that state in which there is no worry, no problem, no self. You say you love your wife. In that love is involved sexual pleasure, the pleasure of having someone in the house to look after your children, to cook. You depend on her; she has given you her body, her emotions, her encouragement, a certain feeling of security and well-being. Then she turns away from you; she gets bored or goes off with someone else, and your whole emotional balance is destroyed, and this disturbance, which you don't like, is called jealousy. There is pain in it, anxiety, hate and violence. So what you are really saying is, 'As long as you belong to me I love you but the moment you don't I begin to hate you. As long as I can rely on you to satisfy my demands, sexual and otherwise, I love you, but the moment you cease to supply what I want I don't like you.' So there is antagonism between you, there is separation, and when you feel separate from another there is no love. But if you can live with your wife without thought creating all these contradictory states, these endless quarrels in yourself, then perhaps - perhaps - you will know what love is. Then you are completely free and so is she, whereas if you depend on her for all your pleasure you are a slave to her. So when one loves there must be freedom, not only from the other person but from oneself. This belonging to another, being psychologically nourished by another, depending on another - in all this there must always be anxiety, fear, jealousy, guilt, and so long as there is fear there is no love; a mind ridden with sorrow will never know what love is; sentimentality and emotionalism have nothing whatsoever to do with love. And so love is not to do with pleasure and desire. Love is not the product of thought which is the past. Thought cannot possibly cultivate love. Love is not hedged about and caught in jealousy, for jealousy is of the past. Love is always active present. It is not 'I will love' or 'I have loved'. If you know love you will not follow anybody. Love does not obey. When you love there is neither respect nor disrespect. Don't you know what it means really to love somebody - to love without hate, without jealousy, without anger, without wanting to interfere with what he is doing or thinking, without condemning, without comparing - don't you know what it means? Where there is love is there comparison? When you love someone with all your heart, with all your mind, with all your body, with your entire being, is there comparison? When you totally abandon yourself to that love there is not the other. Does love have responsibility and duty, and will it use those words? When you do something out of duty is there any love in it? In duty there is no love. The structure of duty in which the human being is caught is destroying him. So long as you are compelled to do something because it is your duty you don't love what you are doing. When there is love there is no duty and no responsibility. Most parents unfortunately think they are responsible for their children and their sense of responsibility takes the form of telling them what they should do and what they should not do, what they should become and what they should not become. The parents want their children to have a secure position in society. What they call responsibility is part of that respectability they worship; and it seems to me that where there is respectability there is no order; they are concerned only with becoming a perfect bourgeois. When they prepare their children to fit into society they are perpetuating war, conflict and brutality. Do you call that care and love? Really to care is to care as you would for a tree or a plant, watering it, studying its needs, the best soil for it, looking after it with gentleness and tenderness - but when you prepare your children to fit into society you are preparing them to be killed. If you loved your children you would have no war. When you lose someone you love you shed tears - are your tears for yourself or for the one who is dead? Are you crying for yourself or for another? Have you ever cried for another? Have you ever cried for your son who is killed on the battlefield? You have cried, but do those tears come out of self-pity or have you cried because a human being has been killed? If you cry out of self-pity your tears have no meaning because you are concerned about yourself. If you are crying because you are bereft of one in whom you have invested a great deal of affection, it was not really affection. When you cry for your brother who dies cry for him. It is very easy to cry for yourself because he is gone. Apparently you are crying because your heart is touched, but it is not touched for him, it is only touched by self- pity and self-pity makes you hard, encloses you, makes you dull and stupid. When you cry for yourself, is it love - crying because you are lonely, because you have been left, because you are no longer powerful - complaining of your lot, your environment - always you in tears? If you understand this, which means to come in contact with it as directly as you would touch a tree or a pillar or a hand, then you will see that sorrow is self-created, sorrow is created by thought, sorrow is the outcome of time. I had my brother three years ago, now he is dead, now I am lonely, aching, there is no one to whom I can look for comfort or companionship, and it brings tears to my eyes. You can see all this happening inside yourself if you watch it. You can see it fully, completely, in one glance, not take analytical time over it. You can see in a moment the whole structure and nature of this shoddy little thing called 'me', my tears, my family, my nation, my belief, my religion - all that ugliness, it is all inside you. When you see it with your heart, not with your mind, when you see it from the very bottom of your heart, then you have the key that will end sorrow. Sorrow and love cannot go together, and this is the whole structure of an exploiting religious society. So when you ask what love is, you may be too frightened to see the answer. It may mean complete upheaval; it may break up the family; you may discover that you do not love your wife or husband or children - do you? - you may have to shatter the house you have built, you may never go back to the temple. But if you still want to find out, you will see that fear is not love, dependence is not love, jealousy is not love, possessiveness and domination are not love, responsibility and duty are not love, self-pity is not love, the agony of not being loved is not love, love is not the opposite of hate any more than humility is the opposite of vanity. So if you can eliminate all these, not by forcing them but by washing them away as the rain washes the dust of many days from a leaf, then perhaps you will come upon this strange flower which man always hungers after. If you have not got love - not just in little drops but in abundance if you are not filled with it - the world will go to disaster. You know intellectually that the unity of mankind is essential and that love is the only way, but who is going to teach you how to love? Will any authority, any method, any system, tell you how to love? If anyone tells you, it is not love. Can you say, 'I will practice love. I will sit down day after day and think about it. I will practice being kind and gentle and force myself to pay attention to others?' Do you mean to say that you can discipline yourself to love, exercise the will to love? When you exercise discipline and will to love, love goes out of the window. By practicing some method or system of loving you may become extraordinarily clever or more kindly or get into a state of non-violence, but that has nothing whatsoever to do with love. In this torn desert world there is no love because pleasure and desire play the greatest roles, yet without love your daily life has no meaning. And you cannot have love if there is no beauty. Beauty is not something you see - not a beautiful tree, a beautiful picture, a beautiful building or a beautiful woman. There is beauty only when your heart and mind know what love is. Without love and that sense of beauty there is no virtue, and you know very well that, do what you will, improve society, feed the poor, you will only be creating more mischief, for without love there is only ugliness and poverty in your own heart and mind. But when there is love and beauty, whatever you do is right, whatever you do is in order. If you know how to love, then you can do what you like because it will solve all other problems. So we reach the point: can the mind come upon love without discipline, without thought, without enforcement, without any book, any teacher or leader - come upon it as one comes upon a lovely sunset? It seems to me that one thing is absolutely necessary and that is passion without motive - passion that is not the result of some commitment or attachment, passion that is not lust. A man who does not know what passion is will never know love because love can come into being only when there is total self-abandonment. A mind that is seeking is not a passionate mind and to come upon love without seeking it is the only way to find it - to come upon it unknowingly and not as the result of any effort or experience. Such a love, you will find, is not of time; such a love is both personal and impersonal, is both the one and the many. Like a flower that has perfume you can smell it or pass it by. That flower is for everybody and for the one who takes trouble to breathe it deeply and look at it with delight. Whether one is very near in the garden, or very far away, it is the same to the flower because it is full of that perfume and therefore it is sharing with everybody. Love is something that is new, fresh, alive. It has no yesterday and no tomorrow. It is beyond the turmoil of thought. It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is, and the innocent mind can live in the world which is not innocent. To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex, through every form of pleasure and pain, is only possible when thought comes to understand itself and comes naturally to an end. Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict. You may ask, 'If I find such a love, what happens to my wife, my children, my family? They must have security.' When you put such a question you have never been outside the field of thought, the field of consciousness. When once you have been outside that field you will never ask such a question because then you will know what love is in which there is no thought and therefore no time. You may read this mesmerized and enchanted, but actually to go beyond thought and time - which means going beyond sorrow - is to be aware that there is a different dimension called love. But you don't know how to come to this extraordinary fount - so what do you do? If you don't know what to do, you do nothing, don't you? Absolutely nothing. Then inwardly you are completely silent. Do you understand what that means? It means that you are not seeking, not wanting, not pursuing; there is no center at all. Then there is love. J. Krishnamurti -- 1980

a lecture by Larry Harvey

lollicupgirl — Tue, 25 Oct 2005 11:00:52 GMT

at the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis, February 24, 2000 "I play a game with my son. I turn off the sound of commercials on TV, and then we guess what is being sold. The results are oftentimes astonishing. Images of security and happiness, pride and potency, community and love glide smoothly across the screen. Very typically it's only at the end that you discover that these imagined mental states are attached to a brand of cheese, automobile or an oil company. The commodification of our culture, a final phase of late 20th century capitalism, has only gradually become apparent. Beneath each roof in every house, there exist people held in isolation from the world at large. Like those famous prisoners in Plato's cave, these internees are given only spectral shadows to experience. They stare steadily at entertaining images and by degrees mistake them for palpable things and real experience. They endure this vicarious state from day to day, from year to year, now throughout entire lifetimes, in a state of isolation from the sunlit world and from one another. Modern demographics have also affected the subtlety of this image making. A lifestyle, with its panoply of status coded goods, is a commodified version of what we used to call a way of life. Marketers have learned to sort us into separate stalls like cattle in a feed lot. Using focus groups, it's endlessly possible to invent new and appealing lifestyles which give us the illusion we are making lifestyle statements and are members of imaginary peer groups. That these fashions require no participation in the life of a community is not the concern of the merchant. We have become a nation of posers. It's not a life that's lived or shared, but an imitation of life, a kind of commercial for self. It's as if we ourselves are now TVs and broadcast images. America is now wealthier than at any other time in its history, yet all around us and within us a feeling of lurking anomie persists. The spread of materialistic values has contributed to a moral coarsening and a growing cynicism in our country. Within a manipulative world all motives seem venal, all efforts illusory. But at a deeper level, it is the commodification of imagination itself, the moral passivity, the social isolation, the angst that is generated by living in a solipsistic world of fraudulent satisfactions that is producing the greatest evil. Critics call for better values. Yet to even entertain a moral value one must first be someone in a world beyond one's self. The vital here and there of spiritual experience is disappearing from our world. The world, in some nauseating fashion, no longer appears to belong to itself." -- Larry Harvey

lollicupgirl — Sat, 10 Sep 2005 06:28:39 GMT

Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you. It was but yesterday we met in dream. You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky. But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn. The noontide is upon us, and our half-waking has turned to fuller day, and we must part. If in the twilight of memory we may meet once more, we shall speak again together, and you shall sing to me a deeper song. And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.

Falling In Love

lollicupgirl — Fri, 12 Aug 2005 05:29:03 GMT

from the book "Letters to my Son" by Kent Nerburn It is a mystery why we fall in love. It is a mystery how it happens. It is a mystery when it comes. It is a mystery why some love grows and it is a mystery why some love fails. You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes, but you will never do anymore than take the life out of the experience. Just as life itself is more than the sum of the bones and muscles and electrical impulses in the body. Love is more than the sum of the interests and attractions and commonalties that two people share. And just as life itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, the coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways. Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life - the gift of love will come to you in full flower, and you will take hold of it and celebrate it in all inexpressible beauty. This is the dream we all share. More often, it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on. When this happens to young people, they too often try to grasp the love and hold it to them, refusing to see that it is a gift that is freely given and a gift that just as freely moves away. When they fall out of love, or the person they love feels the spirit of love leaving, they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather than accepting the gift for what it was, then moving on. They want answers where there are no answers. They want to know what is wrong in them that makes the other person no longer love them, or they try to get their lover to change, thinking that if some small things were different, love would bloom again. They blame their circumstances and say that if they go far away and start a new life together, their love would grow. They try everything to give meaning to what has happened. But there is no meaning beyond the love itself, and until they accept its own mysterious ways, they live in a sea of misery. You need to know this about love and to accept it. You need to treat what brings you with kindness. If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart. If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love him, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage; do not cause pain. How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different. If you fall in love with another, and he falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame. Let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time. Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do it accept it for all its mystery when it comes to your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing then reach out and give it away. Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in anyway you can. There is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them. The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love. They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away. Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own season, and its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do. Love always has been and always will be a mystery. Be glad it came and live for a moment in your life.

Prescription Drugs and their History

lollicupgirl — Fri, 05 Aug 2005 00:21:13 GMT

Time and time again, a new drug is promoted as being safe and effective. Users claim great things. Before long, terrible side effects and addiction or worse result. Finally, after a long list of casualties, it becomes a controlled substance and an illegal street drug. Eli Lilly, the maker of Prozac, also produced Heroin, Methadone, and LSD. Heroin was supposed to be the safe alternative to Morphine. Later, Methadone was prescribed to get people off of Heroin, but it was just as addictive. LSD, initially produced for use by the CIA in mind control experiments, was promoted as being safe for psychiatric use. Eli Lilly also introduced Darvon in 1957 and promoted it as non-addictive. Twenty years and many deaths later, warnings were finally required. In the late 1950's, Parke, Davis & Company introduced PCP (angel dust) as a painkiller. "Medical studies" had shown that PCP had a large margin of safety. Valium was supposed to be safe, then found to be very addictive. Xanax was introduced as a safer drug to replace Valium, but it turned out to be even more addictive. The same story goes for cocaine and amphetamines - once promoted as safe and effective, now controlled substances. For more information, see http://www.painstresscenter.com/mall/Prozac.html